Salamo 39
1 Hoe iraho: Hambenako o lalakoo, tsy mone handilatse an-delako. hampidiñeko an-daboridy ty vavako ie añatrefako eo o lo-tserekeo.
To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
2 Nimoañe iraho naho nitsiñe, nijomohòñe, ndra ami’ty soa, fe nanjeke avao ty haloviloviako.
I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
3 Mitsovovoke ty an-troko ao, miforehetse i afoy te mitsakore, vaho hoe ty fivolan-delako:
My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
4 Ry Iehovà, ampandrendreho ahy ty figadoñako, naho ty zehe’ o androkoo—te ino, ampaharofoano ahy ty habori’ o havelokoo.
Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 Hehe te nanoe’o an-jehe o androkoo, vaho tsy vente ama’o o taokoo; toe songa hoe kofòke avao ndra te añoñ’ay t’indaty. Selà
You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)
6 Manao firiorion-talinjo ondatio, tsy vente’e ty fihepakepaha’e, hampitoabotoàbotse vara, fe nofi’e ty hangoroñ’ aze.
Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
7 Aa inom-bao, ry Talè, ty liñisako henaneo? Ama’o ty fitamàko.
And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
8 Hahao amo fonga fiolàkoo, ko salare’o amo seretseo.
Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
9 Fa mijomohòn-draho tsy manoka-bava; amy te Ihe ty nanao izay.
I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
10 Afaho amako ty angorosi’o; tomontoñe iraho ty amy fanindriam-pità’oy.
No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
11 Añ’endake ty andilova’o ondatio ty amo tahi’eo, momohe’o hoe fizara o fisengea’eo. Toe songa kofòke avao ondatio.
By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)
12 Janjiño o halalikoo ry Iehovà, vaho toloro ravembia o fitoreoko. Ko mianjiñe ty amo ranomasokoo, fa ambahiny ama’o iraho, renetane manahak’ an-droaeko iaby.
Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
13 Atoliho tsy hisamba’o ahy, hisomilahako, aolo’ ty fiengako tsy ho eo ka.
Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
